Beauty is truth, truth is beauty. That's how the saying goes. And I laughed, and my eye leapt across it all Deftly, without resistance, But not now. The quality of light is different here, The same museum fluorescence, suddenly Liquid mercury, a lake at twilight. Walking on water as smooth as the sky. A translucent water drop pooling at the tip of a leaf. There is clarity. There is roundness. There is the sign of the pristine The inside is hollow and inert but there is an inner radiance nonetheless. If I beheld you till I understood, if I cradled you in my arms, Would I too become serene? Could I absorb that ineffable quality, And be born of the hand of the divine?